I stood by a blue oak door of a brick red family house. Sky was silver blue, sun was up high staring down at me. Time's ticking ,the sound of my time piece was hunting me down. Silence hung in the air already suffocated me altogether with the thoughts running fast inside my head. My hands were shaking between my thights, my conscious spoke out loud, we need to put this an end, it said. Yet my bravery was deep in a downhill. I got my head staring down at the concrete as it's more fascinating than the sky above me. Cold sweat dripping in my face. It was early spring of March, the snow haven't even melted these days, yet my sweater got sweaty cold.
Seconds running fast as children sliding in a frozen lake. Nothing's started nor things changed. I started having urge to let this go. Second thoughs came in, I quickly laid off those plans and thoughts I had on a snowy pavement. I took a step out down to the lonely street and headed back to my home. No turning-backs scene I had all way back home, my mind just got blank. I was just close into something life-changing, when I found myself running out of bravery.
Kicking rocks all the way home, I was taken back to the past when everything was just in its place. I used to have a great bestfriend whom I used to hang with. I used to be eerie and outgoing past days. I used to be a ball of joy for everyone around me. I used to be-happy. I used to be, I used to be, I used to be, I was never got my self used by the used-to-bes.
Then it occured to me, the last december night I screwed up. It was two year ago, but it felt so fresh played in my mind. I just couldn't get over it. It brough me all the guilty feels, I just could have forgiven my self and tossed an apologize. But it's life,so things didn't go like they're supposed to.
Those thoughts brought me sorrow all the way home so I shaked my head shaking off those out of my head. Behind the pocket of my jacket, I got my fingers crossed that time could bring back everything to its place. That time could give me a chance to back up all the things I'd done.
Okay, guys. So that was my first start. How? Sorry for my grammar, i'm just such an amateur. Anyway, I actually make it a little bit different (you may think it's weird, i know), so this first chapter is written in first person's point pf view, but the following chapters will be written in third person pov. Sorry for my confusing grammar, I'll edit it soon.
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Krissi
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General Fiction"Growing up was something terrifying when losing people you loved was the only consequency." "Things would never be the same as it used to be since your absence only filled this empty seat for years, not even after you came back for a back up."
